What’s your Number? by Joanna Rubery

Prompt: Cutting the Strings | Word Count: 1000 exactly (in Word) | Genre: Speculative fiction

Everyone has a number. What’s yours?

I know mine. We all do, of course: it’s something we’re born with, indelible, immovable, inked into our DNA. Our number is as much part of us as the frizziness of our hair, or the slope of our nose, or the way our skin burns in the sun as we’re heading Anywhere on the back of a bike, while we still can.

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Messages by Chinchieh Wu

Prompt: Cutting the Strings | Word count:1036 | Genre: Romance

“My sweet, see you tomorrow,” I sent you a message with a heart.

“Darling, I’m packing. I can’t wait.” You took a lovely selfie as a response. I gazed at your photo so long as if I was able to touch you, to caress you. I smiled. I held my phone firm. I seemed able to hear your gentle voice whispering by my ear. Too excited to sleep. All night I couldn’t stop thinking how happy we would be: you clung to me and I held you tight. On my bed, I read your message again and pressed my lips against the tiny screen: I wanted nothing but you.

The next morning I woke up at dawn. I washed my face and got dressed hastily. An old man saw me rushing out in a hurry, asking me, “Hey, man. What’s up?”

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THE REBELLION OF CONALLAN VIRLAI by Hibah Shabkhez

Prompt: Cut the strings | Word count: 1047 words | Genre: Absurdity

King Wenestl was a short, stout, ruddy-faced man – a caricature of a middle-aged merchant. All praised his munificence and graciousness, his wisdom and strength; did everything, in short, to keep him in a gift-bestowing land-granting mood instead of a banishing and boiling-in-oil tantrum.

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Cutting the Strings by Cinthia Albers

Prompt: Cutting the Strings | Word count:1000 | Genre: Mainstream

She stood apart.
She watched her father, surrounded by his best friends. He was so animated, talking about her husband’s art, about their daughter and how unique she was. He had become a small old man, a mere ghost figure of who she remembered. She pretended there was no hurt in listening to him. How the admiration was directed at the people she loved most, but the adoration never seemed to fall on her.
She shrugged it off. The small girl she had been, the one standing by the driveway on her scooter, wearing the soft sundress. Her long blond hair struggled with its pony tail ring, had never forgotten.

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Starting over by Sandra Rochaz

Prompt: Cut the strings | Word count: 1021 words | Genre: Women fiction

Sarah walked the stormy streets of her town through the dusky. Her divorce had been final 6 month ago and since that fateful day she felt restless. The construction of her life had been shattered in the cramped office 15 floors above ground. But instead of feeling like flying it had felt more like falling. Or was it failing? Sarah had always stated she would only marry once. How was she to know that sometimes you simply made the wrong choice?

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Ceramic Tile by Irene Cornwell

Prompt: Cut the String | Word count: approx 1000 words | Genre: memoir

This is a fairy tale which is true.
My second marriage only lasted two years but it brought a green house into my life. A lovely two story house located on an established street in Seattle, Washington.
A spacious park facing Lake Washington stood a few blocks away and a grade school for the two children from my first marriage was a mere two blocks away.
The house had belonged to a Jewish couple ( now elderly ) who were active in the civil rights movement of the 1960’s. The dear hearts were willing to sell their long time family home to an African American man and a woman with two children from a first marriage as a tangible statement on the brotherhood of man..

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Band of Girls III by José Enrique

Prompt: Cut The Strings Word Count: 1000 Genre: Drama

Radha stared blankly at the bright white of the screen from the borrowed laptop for few minutes, sitting in her dusky desk at the dark corner of the dimly lit room. The night was already creeping in and so were her thoughts regarding the new situation at hand. She was on the one hand proud to be leading the Band of Girls but on the other hand she didn’t had any clue about what to do next or where to start from or why Rita had chosen her or where had Rita lost into again and so on. After few more minutes of blank MS Word file, she closed the laptop defeated and unable to write her first blog post for Band of Girls.

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A Contract With God by Kaiser Tharma

Prompt: Cut The Strings | Word Count: 1000 | Genre: Drama

Religious Sensitivity

The car was moving in a slow cruise. Balan was driving in a leisurely pace. Not too fast not too slow. Behind him, in the passenger seat his wife Valli was with her mother. Valli was holding the new bundle of joy they just got recently. The pink faced baby was sleeping peacefully in her arms.

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CUTTING THE STRINGS by Delrae Goodburn Lurie

Prompt: Cut the strings | Word count: 997 words | Genre: 

FULL MOON PARTY : 31 DECEMBER 2012

Summoning her remaining strength Jessica wrestled her way through the wall of pulsating flesh.

She disappeared into a scrum of ruddy Brits.

She scanned the dance floor.

No sign of the man.

She squeezed out of the throngs of neon and stumbled down the beach towards the boulders.

“If we get separated let’s meet at the boulders.” Holly had said after the ferry deposited them on Koh Phangan.

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Betrayal by Tracy Kisgen

Prompt: Cut the strings | Word count: 1000 words | Genre: 

It was winter when Cindy found me and brought me home. I was hungry and freezing. She called me Dixie. Mom and Dad gave me dinner and made me feel like I belonged.

I learned that pleasing Dad was important. Dad doled out the treats.

Mornings I greeted Dad and also when he came home from work at night. His big hands would rub my head, travel down my back, to my strong tail. I would reward his attention with my loud purring. I never begged for Dad’s food and he liked me. The family played games together, especially with toys, boxes, and newspaper. And when Dad was happy, he gave me sausage bits for a treat.

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